Christine shivered at the feel of his lips brushing her forehead. It was such a tender, kind gesture and Christine wished that all people could see just how tender and loving a man Eric was. She knew he could be cold, angry, and jealous, but he was human and all humans had bad and good sides, did they not? And he was so very gentle with her, loving, and protective. Despite the strange atmosphere and world, she felt safer in his arms. Somehow, in her heart, she felt things would be okay again even if she never saw Raoul again. It didn't make sense, not even to the young woman, but she felt complete somehow. Perhaps the puzzle pieces had finally come together.
The singer burrowed pleasantly beneath his jacket and nodded at his words. It was rather chilly and even his coat didn't do much to ward off her shivers. Although, part of her wondered, if perhaps this was not all due to the slight chill in the otherwise mild weather. A faint smile formed on her lips at the feel of his fingers, warm and large, wrap around her own petite cold ones and hold them between his digits. The lights were nothing more than mere balls, glowing and fuzzy, fairies she was sure, marking the entrance of the apartment and she lifted a finger, playfully pointing at them. Her vision was horrible, but Christine didn't know it. Since she was younger, her eyesight had always been poor. She'd just assumed she'd been able to see fairies. It was a belief that strangely lasted into adulthood and added to the singer's pure innocence.
"May I-May I say with you for a few moments tonight?" she asked softly as the two paused outside the door to their building. "Just for a little while. I feel the best I've felt since arriving here with you. You make me feel...safe."